Taking out a sheet of paper from the bag, I began writing about the truth of her sister.
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Dear Shirone,
What I'm about to tell you isn't easy, but you deserve to know the truth—about your past, your sister, and what really happened.
You've grown up believing that Kuroka abandoned you, that she killed her master because she lost control and ran away. But that's not the whole story.
Your master was a cruel devil who used both of you for experiments. He pushed Kuroka beyond her limits, torturing her to force out the full potential of her Nekoshou abilities. When he realized Kuroka's powers had reached their peak, he set his sights on you, Shirone.
Kuroka couldn't allow that. She killed your master—not because she wanted freedom for herself, but because she wanted to protect you. She took a terrible risk and sacrificed everything to save your life.
In doing so, she became a criminal in the Underworld, branded as a stray devil. But I believe her love for you never wavered, even as she was forced to flee.
The proof of her love lies in something you've kept all these years—the hair clip she gave you. That clip wasn't just a gift; it holds the proof you need to confirm my words.
You've feared your own Nekoshou powers, associating them with Kuroka's supposed betrayal. But your power is not something to fear, Shirone. It is a gift, and it's a part of who you are.
I'm leaving this letter in hopes that it will reach you. I'm just someone who knows more than I should, but I promise, I only wish for you to understand the truth and ensure the things that happened to me never happen to anyone else.
Sincerely, Akatsuki
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Itachi placed the letter in a small box of candies, knowing full well she liked chocolates. He carefully left the box near the old school building, where Koneko spent much of her time. With one last glance, he turned and walked away, leaving the rest to fate.
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Itachi's POV
The walk home was quiet, but my mind was racing. I couldn't stop thinking about the note I left. Would they find it? Would it have the intended impact? Or had I just stirred a hornet's nest I wasn't prepared to handle?
The system remained silent for the moment, which only added to the suspense. I sighed as I stepped into my house and closed the door behind me, the faint creak of the hinges punctuating the stillness.
I kicked off my shoes and slumped into a chair in the living room, letting my bag drop to the floor. The weight of the day finally caught up with me.
Then it happened.
Ding!
The first notification appeared in my vision, the glowing text hovering before my eyes.
[Rias Gremory has seen your note: 17,000 Shock Value.]
I straightened in my chair, my heart pounding. She found it! The realization brought a mix of relief and anxiety.
Ding!
Another one popped up.
[Akeno Himejima has seen your note: 16,500 Shock Value.]
My lips curled into a small, triumphant smile. The plan was unfolding perfectly.
But the notifications didn't stop.
Ding!
[Koneko Toujou has seen your note: 500,000 Shock Value.]
My eyes widened, and I leaned forward as if the action would somehow make the numbers less shocking. 500,000? I couldn't believe it. What I'd written must have hit her harder than I imagined.
After a few minutes, the next wave of notifications hit me like a storm.
Ding!
[Rias Gremory's and Sona Sitri's peerages have seen the letter: 30,000 Shock Value.]
Ding!
[Koneko Toujou has seen the recordings: 5,000,000 Shock Value.]
My jaw dropped. "what" I muttered aloud. My mind raced to figure out what had triggered this much shock point. Only with 100,000 shock point I can reach the level of original Itachi uchiha in his childhood which is equivalent to Mid level devil If my calculations are not wrong.
Before I could piece my thoughts together, another notification came.
Ding!
[Rias Gremory, Sona Sitri and there peerages have seen the recordings: 2,000,000 Shock Value.]
I nearly fell out of my chair, my heart pounding like a drum. "What the actual hell is going on?"
The numbers were astronomical. Whatever had happened after they found the note had completely blindsided me.
"Whatever happens next," I murmured to myself, "there's no turning back now." I might have walked straight into a minefield.